Imtiaz Ahmed didn't dare say it out loud but the man that entered the store was among the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. Tall yet not absurdly so and handsome in the face and smile. Turning was a V-shaped back and black hair that hung in waves, below the earlobes and nearly shoulder-length.
The sunglasses perched on him were a one-of-a-kind magic device that Imtiaz personally manufactured. Other than the Caliph, he had never had seen the shades go haywire.
And yet...
...as he attempted to scan the flow of mana within this stranger, a crack formed in the rim of his sunglasses. 'What!? How is this...?'
The handsome man turned back—and looked right at him. Imtiaz's breath hitched and he looked away. The left eye. He saw it. It was shining blue, zoning in on him as if he were an ant. Locking eyes, Imtiaz's smallest movements seemed consequential. As if his essence was being extracted.
